Monday, March 11, 2019

Fireflies

Fireflies in the night of starsThis I remember:The moonrise beyond the tree line and You thereTefillin-boundAmbient roar from the nearby road rises inDoppler shifts through the forestWafting its way in reds and blues to theKitchen windowThere I wasSinging Bob Dylan on the back porch It wasn’t dark yet but theDarknessWas approaching usLike your candle-lit dance from the Kitchen to my bedAnd I want youWhite lace curtains move in theRhythm of trees and you Sway like clothes on the lineMy scream fades and IWake up in a Japanese hotel roomAnd you’re still thereI want youTo come homeAnd I want youLike the night I burned your books On my back porchFireflies